My wife and I have an average sexual relationship, at least as average as can be expected after six years of marriage and two kids under the age of five.

We usually get together only once a week, generally Saturday night or Sunday morning, with me being the initiator and what has become an increasingly obligatory response from her. I love my Angela and the family we’ve started, but I’m also still a guy, waging a daily battle between virtue and vice.

Angela works in a large office with several other women, and as women will do, they all frequently compare notes on marriage, relationships, et cetera. One of these coworkers, whom I’ll call Halle, is single and highly sexed. She loves to tell my wife about her varied exploits, and my wife in turn enjoys recounting these stories to me. My frequent masturbatory fantasies soon began to feature Halle, and I found myself obsessed with the idea of turning these fantasies into reality.

Finally an opportunity presented itself. Angela and Halle each reached a company sales goal, and both were rewarded with a Caribbean weekend getaway, along with their spouse or significant other. Halle decided she wasn’t seeing anybody seriously enough to devote an entire weekend to him, so she went alone. As Angela and I arranged for a sitter, my mind was racing to the possibilities that lay ahead.

We flew to our weekend destination, checked in, unpacked, and, as a threesome, headed to the poolside bar. After several drinks I found Halle to be very forward in her conversation, and although I may have been reading too much into it, saw my wife hanging on to Halle’s every word.

That evening we met for dinner, followed by a short visit to the casino, then a quick stop at one of the resort clubs for dancing and a nightcap. Once back in the hotel lobby, I decided to tempt fate and suggest a relaxing dip in our room Jacuzzi. We must have all been on the same wavelength, because as soon as I mentioned it, the girls both excitedly said what a great idea it was. I suppose the elevator traveled the same speed as any other, but the trip up to our room seemed to take hours.

Halle made it into the tub first, and sat across from me. My wife followed a few moments later, placing herself to my right. We all agreed that the tub felt incredible. Halle asked if we would mind her taking off her top so she could “really relax.” Getting no argument from me, and seeing that my wife could only manage a weak protest, Halle proceeded to unveil an awesome display of God’s benevolence. Angela quickly countered by shedding her top too.

Halle broke the ice by complimenting my wife on her breasts and making specific reference to her pronounced nipples. Angela, though slightly embarrassed, returned the compliment by telling Halle her breasts were probably the largest she had ever seen, then asking her to stand up to show what they looked like in proportion to the rest of her body. I sensed a major green light from my wife, and reached over to caress Angela’s nipples. Watching this turn of events, Halle, still standing, began to pinch her own nipples and massage her bikini area, letting out small, playful moans all the while.

I scooped my wife out of the water and stretched her back along the edge of the tub, exposing her bikini bottom and creamy thighs. I wasted little time in sucking her nipples and working my way down toward her pleasure zone. Halle, meanwhile, had taken off her bikini bottom and was feverishly working on herself, exposing a beautiful, trimmed pubic area. Removing my wife’s swimsuit, I gave a few quick licks, then guided her hand down to play with herself. At that point, I pulled away to survey the scene and consider my next move. Realizing that this was very likely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I casually suggested we all dry ourselves off and move into the bedroom.

My answer came in a lightning display of splashing water and flying towels as my wife and Halle made a beeline to the bed. I could only stand by speechless as my wife began kissing Halle’s nipples and rubbing her thighs, gently pushing her back on the bed. Taking matters into my own hands, I slowly worked the bishop back and forth as it awaited its cue. Halle rolled on top of my wife, straddling her gently while passionately kissing her on the lips. Ready to explode, I shifted my thoughts to death and taxes, in an attempt to pace myself. Halle worked her way down from Angela’s nipples to her brunette bounty, where she delicately parted the labia and dove in, tongue darting. My wife’s moaning gave way to soft screams as she arched her back and bucked her hips in a clearly orgasmic display.

Halle refused to stop, staying on Angela’s mound and prompting two, three, and finally four orgasms to pass before the two women collapsed with Angela on top of Halle. I can’t speak for Halle, but I’m confident that this was my wife’s first bisexual experience. When her turn to take the lead came, she handled it like a pro, spreading Halle’s thighs wide and diving deep into her friend’s nest, working her tongue in and out, up and down. Halle let out one particularly loud scream that set us all laughing and served as a quick breather in the festivities. My wife asked if I planned on joining in, or if I was content just to stand by watching. Throwing caution to the wind, I made my way onto the bed and immediately embraced my wife, passionately kissing her salty lips before turning her around to give her a deep-tissue massage of the neck and shoulders, pausing as she told Halle that this was one of the main reasons she had married me.

While I worked my way down Angela’s back, she lifted her ass into the air. I gently massaged its cheeks, working my palm onto her love box from behind. I knew for certain that if Angela had even brushed against my penis, my participation in this event would be extremely brief. Halle meanwhile remained on her back next to my wife, playing with herself and fondling my wife’s face and nipples. I turned my wife over on her back, and began to retrace the path that had just been visited by Halle’s soft, wet tongue.

After surrendering to another orgasm, my incredibly gracious wife asked Halle if she’d like a taste of married cock. I was nearly out of my mind with everything that had happened so far, and now for my wife to suggest this! I thought I must be dreaming.

Halle was very accommodating. She immediately got off the bed, kneeled in front of me, and began to lick my shaft and massage my balls. I was doing everything in my power to fight the urge to come. I gently lifted Halle’s head off my genitals and told my wife to stand alongside me. I then buried Halle’s face in my wife’s pubic area and watched as my wife threw her head back and was swept into another wave of orgasm.

Soon after that, I said I thought I could handle a few minutes of penetration, if there were any takers. My wife replied, “Me first, then we’ll see.” I had her bend over against the bed; pressing up against her, I quickly gained entrance from behind. After a few strokes of my dong, my wife pulled away and told Halle to get on her hands and knees on the bed for her turn.

I forced myself to slow down and stay cool. This would be my first piece of strange pussy in more than six years, and I was determined to make it last. After Halle climbed into position, Angela reached over and led me to Halle, fingered her for a few moments, then grabbed my dick and guided me into Halle from behind. I worked my way into her hole while holding on to her slim hips.

In what was obviously designed to bring the whole show to a close, Angela spread-eagled herself on the bed facing Halle, pulled Halle’s face down onto her pussy one last time, and began bucking her hips in one final orgasm. Seeing no reason to go on, and lacking the strength to try, I pulled out of Halle and proceeded to shower her back with a cascade of love juice. We then all collapsed in a sweaty heap, saying nothing for several minutes and wrapping up the night with a quick group shower.

The next morning at breakfast, the wonderful night was barely even acknowledged except for us all to say that we’d had a great time so far on the islands, and that it was wonderful to have good friends to share a vacation with.